Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.